I’m looking out my living room window – which I can’t do without moving my glasses, because I’m farsighted and they make the words on the screen clear and the tree across the street a blur – and snow is pouring down.

I think I would like snow more if I never had to drive in it. It’s pretty, but it could be less treacherous.

Right now, for instance, I can admire it because I’m in my living room, thanks to the blessing that is remote access. (Brief break while my boss calls to tell me I have page A7 today, so you can thank me for the ebola story.) The snow is, from my current experience, distant and attractive, not at all cold or slippery.

This will change. Not only must I retrieve children later, but I must work tonight – actually IN the office – and drive home around 1:30 a.m. Cue Stimpy: “Joy.” And tomorrow night? More of the same.

Slowly I will go. As long as it’s not a blinding storm or there’s not some impatient idiot on my bumper – or both! – I’ll manage. Still, I’ll be wishing we could skip from New Year’s to spring.

This post originally appeared on ourMidland.com, the online home of the Midland (MI) Daily News. Republished with permission.